Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee,
Ah, vainly true!
Never, ah never! must I more receive thee?
Adieu! adieu!
Well, thou art gone! and what remains behind,
Soothing the soul to Hope?
The moaning Wind—
Hide with sere leaves my Grave's undaisied Slope.
(?) October. 1814.
[It would be better to alter this metre—
10´ 6` 6´ 10` | 11´ 4` 11´ 4`:
and still more plaintive if the 1st and 4th were 11´ 11´ as well as the 5th and 7th.]
Now first published from an MS.
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AN EXPERIMENT FOR A METRE
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